Ice Heat (Taehyung FanFic)

Chapter Eleven: Fire

'I am not a Saint and I will never be one. I can definitely never, ever be caring as long as I am what I am. And no matter how hard you try, you can never change that.'

Those harsh, biting words bounced inside my head as I walked through the green meadow, sifting through the soft grass tossing and turning at my feet. It was a beautiful sunny day, much like the sceneries you see in movies – complete with a blue sky, white gardenias and the slight outline of a rainbow. I pushed up my sleeves to get more of the sunlight on my skin, savoring the way the warmth caressed every exposed inch.

But the sun, warm and kind, shone brighter in the sky by the second – the faint, white-yellowish halo around it slowly turning into orange. An uncomfortable feeling settled over my skin, and in slight unease, I started to jog.

What was happening?

I suddenly stumbled upon a newly emerged cliff, the jagged rocks cruelly tearing at my skin. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to find the top – the sky turning into a staggering blood red color the further I got from the bottom.

"Is anyone there?" I screamed futilely into the nothingness, but I only heard the helplessness in my voice as it echoed back to me. The sun burnt my skin now, this time holding nothing back as fire spread across my skin, scorching me inside out. I couldn't get air into my lungs, and I shook in pain, falling and curling up into a ball on the rocks.

Dark spots started coloring my vision, my body shutting down from the intense pain covering every inch of my body.

I didn't want to look.

"Make it stop," I croaked, the tears stinging my burning skin as they snaked their way down my cheeks.

"Please."

"Aw, but you're ruining the fun."

I woke up gasping, feeling as if a million needles were piercing my skin over and over again. I couldn't get the air quicker into my lungs, the shaking in my hands and legs making my teeth chatter wildly.

Where was I?

"Glad you're finally up, I was beginning to think that you died in your sleep," I slowly opened my eyes, every moment feeling like I was lifting a ton of weight. The blackness that surrounded me was shocking as I tried to lift myself up with weak hands – black stone walls, black floor, black steel railings separating me from the speaker.

"I've heard that before," I whispered, quickly lifting myself up from the wet, grimy floor that I was sleeping on.

"I for one would definitely not have minded – if you were dead that is," I slowly looked up, supporting myself with the walls on either side of me.

"Who are you?" I asked. And then he revealed himself. I stifled a gasp.

"Taeyong," he smirked. He was holding a black pocket knife – twirling it quickly and expertly between his fingers. I was surprised that he didn't cut himself; it seemed like the knife was made to cut diamond. He looked so unthreatening in the gray button down shirt and black shorts he was wearing – feet clad in black high tops. But the look on his face – his white-blonde hair tousled, and dark blue eyes almost charcoal black in the darkness – made me cringe.

"Why am I here?" I growled, failing to hide the hatred in my voice as everything came crashing down on me – the vines, the chaos, the fight, Taehyung.

"Isn't it obvious? I came back for my shirt – you know, the one you ruined when you spilled ice cream all over –"

"Cut it out, Taeyong." I deadpanned, trying hard to look composed, "why are you keeping me here?"